Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 211 - 211 211 Precautions Beforehand

211: Chapter 211: Precautions Beforehand 211: Chapter 211: Precautions Beforehand Duanchang Mountain, Blood Sea Battlefield.

Stench of blood, blood sea, desolate bones!

This was a land of obliteration, an ancient battlefield where death was the only melody.

There was no light here, nor any glimpse of hope, as fierce blood-light engulfed the sky between heaven and earth.

Atop a mountain of corpses and white bones, the Primordial Spirit sat high on the White Bone Throne, shrouded in black radiance, entwined with blood light.

When their eyes twinkled, they would gaze toward the vast Heavenly Gate, their depths occasionally flashing with profound colors.

“Gu Xiaoxiao should be making her move soon, right?” A blood-colored phantom quietly appeared beside the Primordial Spirit, its voice heavy as it spoke.

“Do you think Ye Xuan will kill her?” the Primordial Spirit’s voice was inscrutable.

“It’s hard to say.”

The blood-colored phantom slowly shook its head: “I’ve never been able to understand Ye Xuan.

You say he’s heartless, yet he left the Ancient Battlefield for his family.

If you say he’s affectionate, he abandoned his family to become an Immortal in the Mortal World and confront you.”

A stench-laden breeze blew over, prompting the Primordial Spirit to stretch its arms and rise from the White Bone Throne, its eyes deep as it spoke: “I can tell you, he appears heartless, but in his heart, there is affection.

If he were truly heartless, how could he have become entangled in the thick of Mortal World affairs?”

“So, you’re saying he won’t kill Gu Xiaoxiao?” the blood-colored phantom asked pointedly.

Regrettably, the Primordial Spirit did not answer the question but responded obliquely: “If Ye Xuan wishes to become an Immortal and escape my control, then I shall fulfill his wish.

As long as he devours the lifeforce of Gu Xiaoxiao, he can step into the late stages of Tribulation Crossing and welcome the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation.”

“Difficult, difficult, difficult!”

The blood-colored phantom shook its head: “With slaughter reaching the heavens and the burden of sins, how can you be so sure that he can overcome the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation?”

“You must remember, when you became an Immortal, had it not been for the Blood Sea Linglong Tower that I lent to you to cross the tribulation, the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation would have long reduced you to ashes.”

“Moreover, you must understand, if he truly overcomes the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation, his life essence will transcend mortality, and the Heavenly Punishment Halberd could unleash its might in his hands, one-tenth its full potential.

Are you not afraid of dying by his hand?”

The Primordial Spirit’s voice was enigmatic: “This is a grand gamble, and my bet is that Ye Xuan will indeed overcome the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation.

As for our impending battle, his only fate is to fall at my hands.

You must realize, if I did not have the means to restrain him, would I dare let him ascend to Immortality?”

“What if you lose this bet?” the blood-colored phantom uttered a resigned sigh.

“I won’t lose.

As long as he can brave the Immortal Tribulation and push open the doors sealed for ten-thousand years, then at that time, you and I will truly see the light of day once more,” the Primordial Spirit stated with a slight smile.

“Good, I’ll take this wager with you.”

“Just to be cautious, I, too, shall step into the Human World to lend the lad a hand.” The blood-colored phantom’s light dimmed, transforming into a streak of radiance and disappearing without a trace.

Following the departure of the blood-colored phantom, the Primordial Spirit was silent, until after dozens of breaths had passed, a cold snicker came from the lips of the Primordial Spirit.

“Blood River, you truly are a sly old fox.

Since you don’t trust me and want to leave a way out for yourself, I am eager to see what your ultimate fate will be.”

…

Xia Country, Jiangnan City.

Half a year had passed since the battle between Miyamoto Mutten and Ye Xuan, and the once devastated Jiangnan City had been rebuilt.

A massive influx of humans returned to their homes, breathing new life into the city.

The only difference was that Jiangnan City was now without the Qingyun Small House, and the members of the Netherworld seemed to have evaporated from the Human World.

Aside from occasional reports of their activities around the globe, there was no sign of Ye Xuan and the others.

Six months was neither long nor short, yet humanity was evolving at an unprecedented pace.

Numerous human Cultivators emerged, finally garnering the strength to resist the slaughter of the Blood Soul Strange Beasts.

Everything was improving, but the so-called spirits were continuously receiving ominous news.

In the Western region, a mysterious woman clothed in black was relentlessly hunting down divine spirits.

In every city she passed, a spirit would fall at her hands, and though no one had seen her true face, tales of her deeds spread throughout the West.

In the East, the divine spirits had completely vanished, subjected to massive killings.

No one knew who was responsible, but it became clear to the world that these beings, despite their great Cultivation, could indeed die.

This realization only spurred humanity to practice Cultivation more fervently, hoping to commit deicide themselves, devouring the divine spirits’ Cultivation to accelerate their own evolution.

In the East, Sunshine City!

A dazzling remnant soul of a heavenly spirit burst into a mist of blood.

Ye Xuan’s form transformed into a terrifying vortex, absorbing the blood qi into his body, and he continued to refine it while seated in the void.

After an hour, Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a turbid breath that exploded with a bang in the void.

“The seventh one, and still not enough,” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, a tinge of disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Since his return to Xia Country six months previously, he had traversed the lands of the East, ceaselessly seeking and devouring these remnant souls of the divine spirits.

Ye Xuan felt a growing urgency, as his Primordial Spirit seemed to be running out of patience.

He needed to become an immortal quickly to be sufficiently prepared to face the Primordial Spirit.

The fastest method he had to reach the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage was by devouring the Cultivation of these divine spirit remnants.

However, Ye Xuan had not anticipated that the amount of blood qi needed to advance to the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage was incredibly immense.

Despite having devoured the Cultivation of seven divine spirit remnants, his progress was painfully slow.

The Cultivation of these seven divine spirit remnants ranged from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Divine Separation Stage, not even one from the Body Integration Realm, let alone one of his own realm, the Transcendence Tribulation Stage.

If all he had were remnants with this level of Cultivation, Ye Xuan figured that even one hundred wouldn’t be enough to reach the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage.

“Only by devouring the remnants of the Crossing Tribulation divine spirits might I have a chance to advance to the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage,” Ye Xuan pondered deeply.

However, he also realized that as a significant number of divine spirit remnants were being devoured, the remaining ones had started to become vigilant, concealing themselves.

And those remnants in the Crossing Tribulation Stage were probably gathering their strength, ready to face him at any moment.

After all, to those remnants, Ye Xuan, who was also a Cultivator in the Crossing Tribulation Stage, was a substantial nourishment.

“I hope the Moon God doesn’t disappoint me,” Ye Xuan murmured before shooting away as a streak of light toward the distance.

…

Moyun Mountain, towering ten thousand feet high, stood as one of Xia Country’s notable mountains.

In this era of global turmoil, Moyun Mountain was devoid of any human presence—it could be described as a land of purity.

The Netherworld had built its main base here, far from the noise of the cities, thus avoiding a repeat of the incident with Miyamoto Mutten.

Within the Qingyun Small House—pavilions and terraces, babbling streams, full of ancient charm, it stood midway up the mountain, shrouded in mists, exuding an ethereal and hazy allure.

Inside the Qingyun Small House!

Ye Xuan took the seat of honor, with Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen standing to his left and right, while Immortal Extinguishing and Yuanxu Monk, having been infused with Ye Xuan’s blood qi for half a year, had managed to cling to life.